Poetry For The Dreamers With Clouded Minds And Shaky Hands

Anorexia

Eatting out of measuring cups.
Counting calories.
Pinching away the unsightly lumps.
Breaking down and bingeing.

People say I'm boney.
People say I'm fat.
People criticize me at every turn.
So I starve away the fat.

Three fruit a day is what it takes.
I'll melt till I reach my goal.
If consuming food is what you say I need, Leave me the fuck alone.

I'm in control of my body, and I'm in control of my mouth. So if this is what it takes to be thin I'll pass on your 215 calorie bit of pasta you shove in my face.

Please don't ask me why, or offer me a bite. You don't know me and your not in this fight so please just stop trying.

I'd rather eat my fleash and blood before you shove a cake down my throat.

Why don't you guys understand, this is how I cope.

I'd rather die then be fat, rather die then be gross.

So if this is what it takes I'll die to fit into that size 00 dress in the vogue magazine.

So leave me alone to count my calories. And leave me alone to die. This is my body and this is my mouth so I will lock my lips.

I will swallow the key, because that is the last thing I'll swallow till I'm thin or dead.